Guess what bitch? HAHAHA!
Coronavirus!
Coronavirus!
Shit is real!
Shit is gettin' real!
Shit is real!
Corona-
Put me on the beat and you know he gon spazz
Plus my whole team sick like the Utah Jazz
Please don't give me no daps
Jim Carrey with the mask
And I ain't Ludacris when i tell em get back
Too sick that man dope
Too hot to handle
Niggas turn to Rambo
Over some damn hand soap
I'm hotter than a damn fire
Families in that black attire
Come for me you take a Pure L no hand sanitizer
A sick mad villain y'all spitting in all caps
Never been on Nick but a nigga still all that
Keep the gloves on if it's hand to hand combat
Flow sicker than a nigga eating soup with some raw bat
Don't touch the mic like I achoo'd on it
I done killed so many rappers it's a plague bubonic
Sick pigs in the street that swine flu too chronic
I get praise 5 times a day that man too Islamic
Mashallah
Got it on lock like it's martial law
You ain't got no fever you ain't hot at all
I'm the god as far rhyming go
This that new corona flow
You more like the common cold
Only touch i keep is that gold like Midas
Kill em with silence don't say shit like the shining
I'm rolling with some titans
You more like stock prices
Spit so sick the beat got coronavirus
Ok, ok
Marke is back
I cause a frenzy when I drop like the stock market crash
They said I wouldn't last like Coronavirus they doubting me
But I do it all like Italians outside the balcony
I'm out to beat
Anybody who thinks that they ousting me
You gotta be higher than COVID-19 survival rate
You wait a little then clear the middle
That's how you isolate
I'm washing tons and leaving them in a dying state (Ugh!)
There ain't nobody nastier
I don't give a damn if you the priest I still ain't dapping ya
I would say I'm clapping ya
But we all know that grad went and got dropped quicker than Chet Hanks' Jamaican accent
Quarantine got my girl tripping she gon bury me dead
Gotta step away from the house like Harry and Meg
Hears my phone ring assumes I haven't been acting faithfully
Told her Sallie Mae is just a debt collecting agency
Bout as likely to believe me as Jay Elec dropping a album
NBA gone who would have thought this be the outcome
My writing's more rare than a roll of Cottonelle
Good y'all season ended early you would have caught an L
Sick nigga no turban
At home I'm still working
Check the news every morning
Double the cases reported
Toiletries being hoarded
Doomsday clock's ticking
While Tik Toks are recorded
Ties cut like slipknot
No vaccine when i lick shots
They sea sick when the ship dock
Pray for Rikers not Weinstein
Still school ya online in a quarantine
I know my family bored of me
And can't stand me like an amputee
But I can't just lay and watch my bedsprings break
Like Miami Beach
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Guess what bitch? HAHAHA!
Coronavirus!
Coronavirus!
Shit is real!
Shit is gettin' real!
Shit is real!
Corona-
Put me on the beat and you know he gon spazz
Plus my whole team sick like the Utah Jazz
Please don't give me no daps
Jim Carrey with the mask
And I ain't Ludacris when i tell em get back
Too sick that man dope
Too hot to handle
Niggas turn to Rambo
Over some damn hand soap
I'm hotter than a damn fire
Families in that black attire
Come for me you take a Pure L no hand sanitizer
A sick mad villain y'all spitting in all caps
Never been on Nick but a nigga still all that
Keep the gloves on if it's hand to hand combat
Flow sicker than a nigga eating soup with some raw bat
Don't touch the mic like I achoo'd on it
I done killed so many rappers it's a plague bubonic
Sick pigs in the street that swine flu too chronic
I get praise 5 times a day that man too Islamic
Mashallah
Got it on lock like it's martial law
You ain't got no fever you ain't hot at all
I'm the god as far rhyming go
This that new corona flow
You more like the common cold
Only touch i keep is that gold like Midas
Kill em with silence don't say shit like the shining
I'm rolling with some titans
You more like stock prices
Spit so sick the beat got coronavirus
Ok, ok
Marke is back
I cause a frenzy when I drop like the stock market crash
They said I wouldn't last like Coronavirus they doubting me
But I do it all like Italians outside the balcony
I'm out to beat
Anybody who thinks that they ousting me
You gotta be higher than COVID-19 survival rate
You wait a little then clear the middle
That's how you isolate
I'm washing tons and leaving them in a dying state (Ugh!)
There ain't nobody nastier
I don't give a damn if you the priest I still ain't dapping ya
I would say I'm clapping ya
But we all know that grad went and got dropped quicker than Chet Hanks' Jamaican accent
Quarantine got my girl tripping she gon bury me dead
Gotta step away from the house like Harry and Meg
Hears my phone ring assumes I haven't been acting faithfully
Told her Sallie Mae is just a debt collecting agency
Bout as likely to believe me as Jay Elec dropping a album
NBA gone who would have thought this be the outcome
My writing's more rare than a roll of Cottonelle
Good y'all season ended early you would have caught an L
Sick nigga no turban
At home I'm still working
Check the news every morning
Double the cases reported
Toiletries being hoarded
Doomsday clock's ticking
While Tik Toks are recorded
Ties cut like slipknot
No vaccine when i lick shots
They sea sick when the ship dock
Pray for Rikers not Weinstein
Still school ya online in a quarantine
I know my family bored of me
And can't stand me like an amputee
But I can't just lay and watch my bedsprings break
Like Miami Beach
Coronavirus!
Coronavirus!
Shit is real!
Shit is gettin' real!
Shit is real!
Corona-
Put me on the beat and you know he gon spazz
Plus my whole team sick like the Utah Jazz
Please don't give me no daps
Jim Carrey with the mask
And I ain't Ludacris when i tell em get back
Too sick that man dope
Too hot to handle
Niggas turn to Rambo
Over some damn hand soap
I'm hotter than a damn fire
Families in that black attire
Come for me you take a Pure L no hand sanitizer
A sick mad villain y'all spitting in all caps
Never been on Nick but a nigga still all that
Keep the gloves on if it's hand to hand combat
Flow sicker than a nigga eating soup with some raw bat
Don't touch the mic like I achoo'd on it
I done killed so many rappers it's a plague bubonic
Sick pigs in the street that swine flu too chronic
I get praise 5 times a day that man too Islamic
Mashallah
Got it on lock like it's martial law
You ain't got no fever you ain't hot at all
I'm the god as far rhyming go
This that new corona flow
You more like the common cold
Only touch i keep is that gold like Midas
Kill em with silence don't say shit like the shining
I'm rolling with some titans
You more like stock prices
Spit so sick the beat got coronavirus
Ok, ok
Marke is back
I cause a frenzy when I drop like the stock market crash
They said I wouldn't last like Coronavirus they doubting me
But I do it all like Italians outside the balcony
I'm out to beat
Anybody who thinks that they ousting me
You gotta be higher than COVID-19 survival rate
You wait a little then clear the middle
That's how you isolate
I'm washing tons and leaving them in a dying state (Ugh!)
There ain't nobody nastier
I don't give a damn if you the priest I still ain't dapping ya
I would say I'm clapping ya
But we all know that grad went and got dropped quicker than Chet Hanks' Jamaican accent
Quarantine got my girl tripping she gon bury me dead
Gotta step away from the house like Harry and Meg
Hears my phone ring assumes I haven't been acting faithfully
Told her Sallie Mae is just a debt collecting agency
Bout as likely to believe me as Jay Elec dropping a album
NBA gone who would have thought this be the outcome
My writing's more rare than a roll of Cottonelle
Good y'all season ended early you would have caught an L
Sick nigga no turban
At home I'm still working
Check the news every morning
Double the cases reported
Toiletries being hoarded
Doomsday clock's ticking
While Tik Toks are recorded
Ties cut like slipknot
No vaccine when i lick shots
They sea sick when the ship dock
Pray for Rikers not Weinstein
Still school ya online in a quarantine
I know my family bored of me
And can't stand me like an amputee
But I can't just lay and watch my bedsprings break
Like Miami Beach
Writer: DRAPETO DRAPETO, Marke Myth
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid